Amber had to pull an all-nighter at work. As of Wednesday morning, she's still there putting finishing touches on her designs. It's a deadline for a big, big project, and she's got a serious enough work ethic that she wasn't leaving until it was perfect. I don't know what that's like, having ethics, but I hear it's great.
I couldn't find her on IM when I got up, so I figure I'd just blog to her.
Hey sweetheart -
How's everything going over there? Are you propped up against your chair with one eye open? I envision you sitting there like a lobotomy patient, staring and drooling. I got your text message this morning, that you were staying all night. It's always tough sleeping when you're not there, but it wasn't too bad. At first, I had paranoid thoughts about you spending the night at strip clubs and napping at Mary Kate Olsen's apartment (too soon?). But then the whiskey kicked in and I passed out.
You didn't miss much last night. I watched some Office reruns, and spent some time at the Ale House before that, reacquainting myself with their quesadillas and IPA. When I got home, before I could just on IM and say hi, I sat on the couch with the boys, which turned into a big 'ol cuddle puddle that I couldn't disturb. They really miss us when we're not home before 8pm. I have the bite marks to prove it.
Remember how the other morning, when I couldn't find Biscuit, and he had somehow trapped himself in the cabinets? Well, I wake up today to find the cabinet door open again. They weren't inside but they probably were earlier. We should remember to clean out the pots before making pasta again; I don't think there's an Italian phrase for "loose, with black cat hair" but I'll Google it. Also, the crappy kitchen drawer broke again, so add it to your Saturday to-do list, after you clean the gutters and do the floors; I have a nail appointment so I can't help.
It's going to be windy and wet today. I'd say "dress appropriately", but you're stuck wearing whatever you put on yesterday. And probably smelling like, well like an art director who just pulled an all-nighter.
Baker is ecstatic to be alive and awake and strong enough to beat up on Biscuit, so he's tearing up and down the apartment, jumping up and onto the chairs and desks and keyboaaaaabdshobrhndjskdl sdjdak;kslk;;;;;;;llkj j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j
I couldn't find her on IM when I got up, so I figure I'd just blog to her.
Hey sweetheart -
How's everything going over there? Are you propped up against your chair with one eye open? I envision you sitting there like a lobotomy patient, staring and drooling. I got your text message this morning, that you were staying all night. It's always tough sleeping when you're not there, but it wasn't too bad. At first, I had paranoid thoughts about you spending the night at strip clubs and napping at Mary Kate Olsen's apartment (too soon?). But then the whiskey kicked in and I passed out.
You didn't miss much last night. I watched some Office reruns, and spent some time at the Ale House before that, reacquainting myself with their quesadillas and IPA. When I got home, before I could just on IM and say hi, I sat on the couch with the boys, which turned into a big 'ol cuddle puddle that I couldn't disturb. They really miss us when we're not home before 8pm. I have the bite marks to prove it.
Remember how the other morning, when I couldn't find Biscuit, and he had somehow trapped himself in the cabinets? Well, I wake up today to find the cabinet door open again. They weren't inside but they probably were earlier. We should remember to clean out the pots before making pasta again; I don't think there's an Italian phrase for "loose, with black cat hair" but I'll Google it. Also, the crappy kitchen drawer broke again, so add it to your Saturday to-do list, after you clean the gutters and do the floors; I have a nail appointment so I can't help.
It's going to be windy and wet today. I'd say "dress appropriately", but you're stuck wearing whatever you put on yesterday. And probably smelling like, well like an art director who just pulled an all-nighter.
Baker is ecstatic to be alive and awake and strong enough to beat up on Biscuit, so he's tearing up and down the apartment, jumping up and onto the chairs and desks and keyboaaaaabdshobrhndjskdl sdjdak;kslk;;;;;;;llkj j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j j